Page 14 of Destined for the Devil
I was on edge. Having Isla live with me so casually was such a new and foreign concept to me. For all my sexual adventures, I'd never had a girlstay over longer than one night, and we sure as hell didn't make breakfast in the morning.
Miraculously, the omelets were already done when I came back into the kitchen to witness Isla setting two plates in front of her. Wow, that would have taken me a whole fucking hour.
Isla couldn’t sit, so she leaned on the dining table with her elbows, giggling as she struggled to cut her food. The sweet sound of her small laughter somehow put me at ease. It was like a signal that everything was okay in the world. Not thinking too much about my actions, I cut her omelet for her, unable to stop myself from helping.
“Thank you.” Her genuine,pure, bright smile was directed at me again and lit up my face too.
Fuck. I was supposed to kick her out, wasn’t I? I just had to get rid of her. But no, instead, she served me the best omelet I’d ever tasted. Amazing. She was a great cook too; just fucking kill me already.
I helped clean up and made her coffee how she liked it: out of a moka pot, with milk. "Mmm...great coffee,” Isla mused as she stood at the window, and I tried not to stare at her standing inmydining room, inmyt-shirt. “Thank you. A great cup of coffee can really turn things around, you know?"
"Okay, sit down or...stand, I guess.” I took out my laptop and wallet, grabbing a seat at the dining table once more. “Let's get you some new clothes. What do you need? I assume everything." I clicked mindlessly, waiting for her to come closer, but she didn’t move, still enjoying the view.
“Yes, I'd love to, but I'm pretty sure my bank cards all melted in the inferno." She sipped on her coffee, gazing out the window so wistfully.
"Use my card. Come here, pick what you want. You're going to need everything." I hated to admit to myself how excited I was to shop for her and see what she liked to wear. I’d never seen her in actual clothes, only inmy t-shirt and boxers and her silk nightie, the image of which was burned into my mind.
"No. I can't use your card." She suddenly twisted toward me, her face dead serious and her tone angry and defiant.
"Why not? You're okay wearing my boxers, but you can't spend my cash buying yourself some clothes?" I joked as I googled a very generic:women’s clothes.
"First of all, I never said I was okay with it.” Her tone was sharp and cold. “I just don't have a choice right now, and yeah! I won't spend your money on my clothes!" She said it like it was obvious, like I was crazy to even suggest that!
Oh, for fuck's sake. Don't tell me she was the kind of girl who couldn't spend someone else's money. Had I ever actually met a woman like that? They all liked to spend my money, at least every single one I'd been with. Including fucking Lisa! Who was nothing more than a casual fuck, but even she had a history of taking advantage of my credit cards. I didn't really care; I had more money than I could ever spend in a whole lifetime, but Isla wasthe onegirl who didn't want to spend my money?
"Can you just stop? Listen, if you want to walk around half naked, be my guest. See where that takes you, but I thought you'd probably wantsomethingto wear." My efforts to convince her went nowhere, and she didn’t move, planted to the floor with the coffee cup in her hand. Her eyebrows furrowed, she was absolutely uncooperative in the matter and maybe even offended.
"I'm not going to spend your money on clothes. In fact, I'm going to call my bank today and get my cards reinstated and everything else."
"Great idea, and when they ask you to come in to prove your identity, you're going to show up like this?" Boy, did I enjoy looking her up and down, freely and slowly, to prove my point.
As expected, she had no answer to that. I was going to end it now.Abandoning her for a few seconds, I rushed to the foyer console and took out a stack of hundreds, picking up my lighter.
Her eyes wide, she watched my actions with bated breath as I came closer. So close, I could see the dilated pupils in her pure, angel eyes. The lighter clicked, and her bottom lip fell open when she saw me bring the stack of hundreds to the flame, a millimeter away from setting it all ablaze.
"Isla? I have a shit ton of money, if you haven't guessed yet. You decide. This is ten thousand dollars. You want it to burn right here, or do you want to spend it?"
Oh, I loved watching her bewildered expression. Her jaw dropped when she clued in that I wasn't kidding—a few bills singed at the corners. She breathed fast, furiously trying to figure out what to do.
Finally, she put a stop to it. "Okay, okay, stop! Jesus! You fucking psycho, who does that?!" She accused me, and I fuckinglovedto see anger make it out of her. "I'll use your money, but I'm not spending ten thousand dollars!"
"Alright, twenty thousand it is. Let's go lie down on your bed, and you can pick what you want, my little hobbler.” She didn’t like my joke, still holding her cup of coffee in discomfort.
Look at me, online shopping with a girl like I was pussy-whipped. By a pussy I hadn’t even seen, might I add. Talking about pussy, I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to help pick her lingerie.
"Are you going to look at everything I buy, or do you think I can pick out my own thongs?" She questioned without any hesitation, and I was taken aback by how straight-forward she was again.
"You always know what to say, don't you?" I retorted, absolutely lost for words myself. I sat beside her in bed, wildly distracted.
"Are all Russian men so possessive and controlling, or are you just one of a kind?" She held my laptop, focused on the screen but…a small, satisfied smile slid over her face at those words. Did she like both possessive and controlling men?Sweetheart, you're in for a treat, especially the possessive part.
"I'm one of a kind, of course. Give me this." I plucked the laptop from her and began typing.
"Really? Agent Provocateur? You know women don't actually wear this shit on the daily, right? I want just plain white cotton panties, please. And a comfortable bra that's not going to eat away at my nipples."
I listened to her intently and twisted my head to look down at her. Her body was so close to me, I could feel the heat of her skin.
"Yeah, I can get you those too,” I responded quietly, my dick literally waking up just at the thought of buying her panties. Ugh. I hated myself.
